Time Flies

My childhood was a lime-green twist car

that raced fast across the living room.

Thirty laps to go, around an oval track ---

with a dining table,

in the middle.

 

My sister a cosplayed

Clover from Totally Spies.

Shouting, “We have got to get out of here!”

And diving into the fluffy, comfy ocean ---

blanket that covered the bed.

 

And Peppa Pig watching on youtube?

That was my brother

learning how to be a bossy kid.

 

Everyone's afraid of changes.

Staying, moving on. Staying, moving on.

I guess that's life, I'm afraid.

Old or new, new or old;

That isn't really important.

What's important is, that

we still breath and live in the same place.

So let's move on.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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